God Bless the Willows

 
God bless the willows,
willows that weep,
they care not if
we wake or we sleep
 
not if the criminal
raises his knife
nor if the sick man
loses his life
 
we say they weep
for trailing their hair
when our hearts are like wood
and eyelids are bare
 
we say their hair
for branches and leaves
we bless the willow
the willow which grieves
 
                                                                        (1990s)